#1 in Bokoharam 19/5/2021 #1 in Borno 7/12/2020 #1 in Abuja, 7/12/2020. #1 on Terrorism, 7 July, 2019. #1 in Arewa. 1st January, 2019. #2 in Fulani. 20th December, 2018. #2 in SPRITUAL. 26th November, 2018. #4 in ProjectNigeria. 15th November, 2018. #7 in Nigeria. 24th June, 2018. Azizah Yusuf is not your ordinary Arewa lady. At twenty-five and still unmarried, she has experienced more than one could ever endure in a life time -the brutalities of war, pain, grief, and heartbreak. Having fled from the war-ridden North-Eastern Nigeria, she and her parents are forced to start life from the scratch in one of the capital city's Area Councils. Despite how professional she appears to be, her past still hunts her and her only life goal is to live a peaceful life. Suraj Ahmad Suraj, an aristocratic medical doctor, has everything he has ever dreamt of. A good job, wealth, and a beautiful fiancée to show off. Though he has his own personal battles, he believes his life is quite perfect. This little perfection, however, was marred when a plain, yet sophisticated 'refugee' woman steps in, and forced Suraj to do a double take at his life. Despite their differences and the little resentment they hold against each other, Suraj and Azizah are forced to work together; both of them however, unaware, unprepared, and unexpectant of the adventures, challenges, as well as the tragedy that lay ahead of them... Not your everyday Wattpad story!

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THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

(1st in #Nigeria on 20th November 2018, 3rd January 2019, 1st #fulani on 20th December 2019) Fareedah Abdullahi Sa'ad is a beautiful fulani Nigerian young girl. Born and brought up in Lagos Nigeria, in a family of nine boys and her being the only girl. Lost her twin brother at the age of eight and lost her mum at the age of eighteen. After going through all these pain, she loses her husband to be, Sageer to his cousin. She's asked to marry her childhood Best friend, Yusuf whom she hates so much now. Will Fareedah agree to marry Yusuf? Will she be able to bear all this pain? Can she forget Sageer whom she has spent 4 years of her life with? Will she forgive Yusuf and will there be a change heart?

Dear (diary)....... Today is August 1 2016. Does that ring a bell? I just hope it does because if it doesn't ring a bell to your ears you're dead. Like really dead⚰ I'm going to tear you off and after that I'll burn you and dispose your ashes. So be warned! Well in case you forgot today is August 1 2016. Which means it is 25 days to go. Yay! Can't wait....... I hope everything goes well This book is about Hauwa Ahmed, a crazy 17 year old, counting down to her 18th. She's crazy, wild, a big fan of big sean might I add and...searching for love?......What could possibly go wrong. After all, she is turning 18😉 Follow Hauwa as she counts down to her 18th birthday. And oh yeah...help her find "love"

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.